Someone To Watch Over Me

Someone To Watch Over Me - Ch. 3. - Competition?


Despite the newfound realization and recall that they were not in their own company at the moment, Nick did not release Annie from his embrace. Annie looked up at him asking him with her mind what to do now that they had been found out. Nick just smiled down at her, mesmerized by those beautiful hazelnut pools of depth and kissed her chastely. Sister spoke first. "Nick, what exactly is going on between you and Annie?" she inquired. While there was a substantial age difference between Nick and Annie, she was more surprised by their apparent connection than by the fact that it was obviously a romantic one. As far as Rachel was concerned even though Annie was only fifteen, she knew she was well in charge of her mind and heart, and more than anything she was grateful that Annie had found someone to connect with that understood her. Nick being the mind reader he was read Rachel's thoughts as easily has he read her sisters. With no real anger or malice in the query, Nick decided to answer honestly. "Your sister and I have been communicating telepathically for the entire time of the trip. We have gotten very close, and fallen in love with each other. I do honestly declare that I love her with all my heart, and that my intentions are honorable. I plan to take her out of your parent's home and allow her to live with me; you are also welcome to come as well, seeing as my home is large enough to accommodate several individuals (albeit not in quite as grand a style as Rose Red).” Annie felt it prudent to try to communicate to her sister that she was happy. “Sister, I happy with Nick.” “Yes, I can see that Annie. I cannot promise how this will work once we leave Rose Red, but perhaps we can move out on our own, maybe Nick can rent us the rooms at first and we can be tenants at the house. I believe mother and father would maybe consent to that. I am happy for you Annie.” Annie was pleased to know she had her sister’s support. Ever since she was born it seemed that Sister had watched over her, looked out for her, took care of her and above all loved her as she is. She knew however, that she would not allow her parents to come between her and Nick. Her father could be a hard and emotionless man at times. Annie knew it had not always been easy on her parents having a child like her, and she knew that they really did love her in their own way, and she loved them too, but she had never been happy living with them. She hoped that she would not have to repeat the ice incident to get her point across to them that she would be happier living with Sister and Nick.

A sudden crash from the kitchen made the quartet jump. Hand in hand Nick and Annie along with Steve and Rachel ran to investigate the uproar. Apparently Emery had knocked over some of the pots. “Did you guys see it too?” Emery asked in a shaken and scared voice. All heads shook the response of ‘no’. Emery was staring off into the wine cellar intently; as if something was there that the rest of them could not see. “Not there, not there, not there!” chanted Emery. Whatever he had been seeing must have vanished even from his sights. The house wanted them all, wanted to keep them here. Annie could feel it. It was decided that a meeting should take place in the billiard room.
The remaining members of the expedition would gather there to discuss what should happen next for the group of psychic explorers. There was only seven left of the original nine. Vic and Pam were both taken by the house. On the way to the billiard room the hammering started again, the house began to shift. Annie was separated from the rest of the group in a split second. A wall was up right in front of her. She tried to push it back with her mind as she had the previous night, but it was to no avail. She desperately called out to Nick with her mind, even to Steve, but could not reach them with anything other than her mind. Something grabbed her from behind; jerking her back with such force she felt the breath escape her lungs for a moment. All went black then.

As she began to come around again, the light was dimly lit and it smelled of stale whiskey and old wood. The room was vast, the windows appeared to face the north courtyard, but Annie could not tell for certain, as there was fog nearly as thick as a wall hovering directly outside the windows of the apparent office. A vast desk the size of a bed loomed in front of her. A single antiqued table lamp illuminated the room. A pair of hands seized her roughly from behind. The smell of whiskey was strong now. The arms and their hands holding her firmly and skimming up and down her upper body. Strong hands, a bit smaller than Nick’s were roaming across her breasts, as if to pull the fabric of her tee shirt away. Annie tried to call out but the words were difficult to enunciate. She tried to use her power but what or who ever was assaulting her was endowed with the power of the house, and she was not able to match that power right now. She was too scared. The rough hands skimmed down and roughly shoved her forward onto the desk. Annie screamed out as her slender frame careened with the hard wood of the desk, tearing the tender flesh beneath the delicate cotton fabric of her tee shirt and jeans. Suddenly a man in an old fashioned suit was in front of her. He tied her writs to the desk and despite her struggling he succeeded in pinning her to the massive wooden slab. Annie called and cried out to Nick with her mind. Nick could tell Annie was in trouble, but her panic was impeding his ability to clearly read her thoughts as to what was happening and where she was. The man ripped off the tee-shirt that was obstructing his pathway to the tender young breasts he was making haste to devour. The man with a hard jerk pulled off Annie’s jeans. Annie looked around the room trying to get something to move, to hit her attacker with, but as Annie looked up into his face, she realized he wasn’t completely solid. Sadly, he was corporeal enough to be able to make himself felt. His hands roamed over her breasts followed by his mouth, which was slightly slimy. He removed his manhood from his pants and with no compunction rammed it into her tender opening. Annie screamed at the invasion, writhing in an attempt to thwart her assailant. Harder, and harder the man probed into her, his engorged member ripping at her insides. As he moaned he phased in and out, but he was inside her, she could feel him. In one last desperate attempt to end this torture, Annie sent out a thundering cry to Nick. This one got through. Nick reached out with his mind to his love, effectively demolishing the newly formed walls that impeded his path to her. When he, Steve and Rachel found their way into John Rimbauer’s study, the apparition they saw stopped all but Nick dead in their tracks. There sprawled and pinned to the massive oak desk was Annie, naked, spread eagled and being raped by John Rimbauer’s ghost. Nick lashed out with his mind as much an assault as he could. Annie attacked at the same time and the ghost disappeared, writhing in apparent pain. Nick gently took Annie into his arms. He grabbed a near by blazer that was draping from a coat rack and covered her with it. Annie clung to him shaking and terrified…

The quartet hastened back to the main part of the house, unimpeded for the moment by Rose Red's trickery. Sister and Steve ran up to the Annie and Rachel's bedroom to retrieve some of Annie's clothes. Nick held tightly to his love, determined not to let her out of his sight for even a moment. Annie was frail and shaken from her recent attack, her hair was wild and matted to her face and forehead due to sweat. Annie's eyes were just now beginning to come back into full focus. She could feel Nick's strong arms tightly woven around her body. She knew Sister and Steve had gone to get her some clothes. Joyce had moved the dressing screen from the tea room so she could clean Annie up and make sure there was no extensive damage. Kathy and Emery sat on the chairs about twenty feet away. Annie tried not to wince in pain and nervousness as Joyce carefully moved the lower corner of the blazer aside from her bare front. What a mess she was. There was blood running down her legs, a generous amount of her vaginal fluids, some off white almost greenish goo that might have been the cum from John Rimbauer. Gingerly Joyce began to clean Annie's' legs off with a damp towel and a bowl of water. Annie just silently shook and cried in Nick's arms. Her thoughts in a torrent of chaos. Nick comforted Annie telepathically. Sending a wave of emanating power from his mind to hers, so that he was able to psychically numb the pain on a physical level. "I'm so sorry my love, I couldn't get to you, I tried, I am so sorry. I failed you!" His voice was so clear in her mind, and he sounded like he was hurting even more than she was. "It's not your fault my love. I am not upset with you. You saved me. You are my hero."

Nick and Rachel returned with her clothing just as Joyce had finished cleaning her up. Nick helped Annie get dressed behind the screen and then held her tightly to him. They walked out together, Nick holding on to Annie around the waist. Just as they sat down on the sofa, a new apparition appeared for the entire group to view. Ellen (looking as beautiful as her picture) appeared. "Poor thing, I am so sorry about John. He has been dealt with for his abhorrence and evilness against you. It is shameful for him to have treated a guest so vilely." Without another word, Ellen disappeared from sight. Annie just continued to shake while enveloped in Nick's arms. It was insane how much time had passed since the incident. What had started in mid morning, had turned into early evening. The group had dinner together in the billiard room, Annie never straying from Nick's side for a moment. The night moved on and it was decided that Rachel would share a room with Kathy, Joyce obviously with Steve, Nick and Annie would stay together and Emery happily would keep his own room...